"Okay, if you say so."
"I see that a good movie is on soon. Want to watch it?" Nick asked.
"But it starts too late and ends even later," I pointed out. My eyes were still on his.
"Relax, chick, we're on vacation," He leaned back until he was completely lying down with his hands behind his head as he stretched his legs so his toes were wiggling by me.
I was tempted to hit his feet away from me. "First of all I'm not a chick. I am a girl not a cute, little, fuzzy baby bird," I said, each word sharp. "Second, maybe you're right about relaxing so let's watch the movie."
So I started to pick up the pieces of our wall off the floor tossing them back onto the bed.
"Eh don't worry about it, we'll fix that up after the movie, it'll be distracting," Nick suggested as he put a pillow behind his head.
"I don't know we might be too tired."
"It'll take two seconds."
I bit my lip, hoping that my nervousness would dissipate. My stomach felt sour, blinking red that there was a problem on the horizon. Nick started to tug on my hand.
"Fine." I crawled under the covers placing a pillow behind my head. The sheets were pulled up to my chest as I glanced over to Nick as he gave a small smile which I returned.
"You know nothing will happen between the two of us so trust me on this and I'll wake you up if you fall asleep," Nick spoke, taking my hand in his for a moment.
It was a disaster waiting to happen, I knew that. Every fiber of my being told me not to stay on the bed with Nick without our wall, I just had a bad feeling about it. It was just as if his words were controlling me, clouding my mind, dragging me over there with him, blinding me from seeing my actions. The movie started and after a while my eyes started to feel heavy…
4
Nick
Slowly I opened my eyes to adjust to the bright light coming through the window. We forgot to close the curtains the night before. I blinked a couple of times, noticing Rachel sleeping soundly on my chest with one of my arms draped around her. She looked so at peace as her head rested near my shoulder, her lips slightly parted as her arm lay across my upper body like she was cuddling a teddy bear. While my arm wasn't as innocent as hers, mine was wrapped around her possessively across her back, though I don't know why.
It was astonishing waking up to this surprise. It was ten-thirty in the morning, with the sun peeking warmly through the clean windows. The light shined on Rachel's hair, which was spread across her shoulders and back. I pushed strands behind her ear so it wouldn't be in her eyes, trying to be gentle and not to wake her in the process.
Her eyes fluttered leisurely open and I gazed into them for the first time up close. They were really beautiful. There were many different specks of green that made up those eyes.
"Good morning," I whispered with slight morning grogginess, knowing from homeroom experience that she wasn't a morning person.
"Wha, what happened?" Rachel asked, starting to sit up, but she still was too tired to put anything together.
"Nothing happened. We both fell asleep at the same time, no big deal," I replied charmingly. "Relax."
I gave a small shrug still laying down watching her as she stared down at me. My fingers were tempted to reach out to the long strands that were now against her back.
"Ugh," Rachel groaned as her slender fingers went to her hair. "I told you we should've put the wall up. Why didn't Miss. Barnes call to wake us up?"
Rachel threw the sheets off of her, causing cool air to touch my body. Her fingers were diving deeper into her golden locks.
"Come on it's not that big of a deal," I commented, as I watched her retreat into the bathroom. "Look I'm sorry if that bothers you, it's not like we didn't have our clothes on though."
"Don't worry about it, it won't be happening again," Rachel shouted through the door, her voice eerily calm.
I rolled my eyes, still able to feel the warmth of her body against mine. Part of me didn't like the sound of not waking up like that again. Living with my sister I had learned that women were sensitive along with stubborn, which was a very dangerous combination. I guess I should have kept in mind that Rachel was more reserved than me especially with the touching stuff let alone anything borderline sexual. God only knows what she’s like in relationships.
Shaking my head I decided to get dressed myself. Throwing on a black t-shirt and jeans, sitting on my side of the bed I fixed my hair along with putting on deodorant. My leg started to bounce as I waited for her to come out of the bathroom. Finally Rachel came out, I got up to stand besides her, sliding my hand into my jeans pocket to stop myself from reaching over to intertwine my fingers in hers. We stood there staring into each other eyes in silence. She didn't seem to be mad anymore as her muscles relaxed from tense to slightly jittery. Rachel's hands played nervously with her necklace. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but remembered when I was little overhearing my sister and her boyfriend at the time arguing, and he asked what was wrong; that question seemed to be a secret password to set women off.
Then the phone rang to break our silence. I wasn't fully focused as I answered the phone. I just stared at her as I held the phone in my grasp. It was
